The man who stayed the night stayed for breakfast too. While
Sam's mum was getting ready for work, he helped himself to some
toast. He sat down opposite Sam in the dining room and met a
"You need to leave," said Sam sharply.
He relaxed back into the chair, now fully dressed in a blue shirt and pants. The hangover had left deep creases under his eyes. "After I've eaten," he said and picked up his first piece of buttered toast.
"No. Now. You've got what you wanted. Now leave."
He smiled. "Not until I've eaten."
Sam arched an eyebrow. "Well then, maybe I'll make a phone call."
He laughed. "To who? The police?"
"No." She looked up at him over her bowl of cereal. "Your wife."
He paled. His dark eyes widened and he seemed to shrink a little. This made Sam smile. "Oh yeah, I'm sure she'd love to hear about what happened last night."
"Do I know about her?" Sam cut in and swirled her spoon around her cereal leisurely. "I found your family photo in your wallet. Cute kids. I took her number from your phone so…I'm not bluffing. You need to leave. Now."
He hurried to his feet and darted for the door. He paused in the hallway.
"Don't bother saying bye, she won't even remember you once you're gone," said Sam when she saw him hesitating. He gave her one last guilty look before leaving.
Sam stayed in on the weekend, catching up with her
revision. From the look of Sam, you wouldn't take her for the
type that cared about grades and getting a good job, she seemed
more like the type of person you'd see in a mosh pit smoking
weed. But Sam did care about her education, she felt that it was
the only thing she was good at. And if she got good grades, she'd
be able to go to a good university and leave this place behind
Soon, she was back at college, meeting up with Doug whenever she could because he was the only person in her life that really cared about her. She enjoyed seeing the little twinkle in his eyes that he got whenever he looked at her. It was the only time she ever felt like a real person, and not a lost cause.
It was Wednesday again and Sam was right on time. Doug led her into his dining room where everything was already set out for them. Today, she wore a Guns N' Roses T-shirt, skinny grey jeans and military boots that were past the point of being 'worn out'. Doug was wearing an old man cardigan that Sam always loved to see him in because she knew he didn't even wear it ironically. He actually thought it looked good. It always made her smile.
He sniffed and pushed his glasses further up his nose and watched as Sam pulled out the sheets from her folder.
"Okay, we've still got some more of the Logarithm stuff to do," she said.
Doug sighed and slumped into his seat dramatically. "But they're so annoying."
Sam laughed. "I know, I hate them too but you have to learn them. Now, come on." She prodded him in the side with her elbow, making him squeal and curl in on himself. He then laughed and sat back up straight and attempted to tuck his messy curls behind his ears, which just immediately sprung back out.
Sam's heart skipped a beat when the door opened and Steven came into the room. Doug turned to see their company and mumbled something under his breath.
"Hey, you two," said Steven with his dazzling blue eyes stuck on Sam's.
"Hey, Mr. Gold," replied Sam and then suddenly felt awkward when Doug didn't respond.
Steven flashed her a knowing smile. "Please, call me Steven."
Sam chewed her bottom lip to hide her grin. "Okay…Steven."
As she started tutoring Doug, Steven stayed in the kitchen. Sam could feel his eyes on her and her skin was prickling by the attention. But she was a little confused. Why was he hanging around? Did he actually expect her to carry on the flirting while Doug was sat right beside her? Doug was her best friend, and it was bad enough that she was actually thinking about doing something with his dad, but to actually showcase her desire in front of him? That was a step too far.
Luckily, after about ten minutes, Steven seemed to get the idea and left them to it.
"Hasn't seen me for years and now he's just hanging around like a hungry vulture," Doug murmured into his sleeve while he had his head on his folded arms, listening to Sam attempting to make Logarithms sound interesting.
Sam could feel herself blushing and gulped. "I'm sure he means well."
Doug laughed bitterly but said nothing else.
As Sam made her way to the front door, she passed Doug's mum
in the hallway.
"Oh, lovely to see you again, Sam. And I can't tell you how grateful we are that you're helping Doug with his college work," she said with a cheerful grin. Doug cringed in the dining room doorway. "Are you sure you don't want paying?"
Sam shook her head. "Honestly it's fine." She turned to Doug and smiled. "It's not trouble at all. I actually look forward to it." Doug smiled to himself and felt his cheeks going red. Quickly, he turned so his bouncy curls hid his face.
"Awh." Myrna pressed her hand to her heart. "Isn't that sweet."
Myrna and Sam both looked up to see Steven hanging over the banister. "Are you going swimming tomorrow?"
Myrna furrowed her brows. "Yeah, why?"
"Oh, nothing," said Steven, glancing at Sam.
Sam gulped and squeezed her folder to her chest as he sent her a little smile and disappeared upstairs. That was meant for me, she thought. That was an invitation.
She blinked hard and looked back at Myrna. "Well, better be off."
"Alright." She nodded. "Bye."
"Bye," said Sam and looked to Doug. "Cya tomorrow, Doug."
"Yeah." Doug cleared his throat awkwardly and ran his hand through his hair. "Cya tomorrow."